an ode to Eugene in autumn.

written in my journal, on 10.5.18; typed here with some additions. -- I'm sitting in Townshend's Tea Company in downtown Eugene. Outside, the rapidly changing leaves on the trees are waving about in the wind, and rain comes down intermittently. It's finally October, finally autumn, and I relish every morning that I wake to clouds, … Continue reading an ode to Eugene in autumn.